After twenty-something years, Praise From a Future Generation: The Assassination of John F. Kennedy and the First Generation Critics of the Warren Report is nearly out of my life.
Finally. I’m tempted to add that word to the first sentence. But that may sound a bit mocking, or scornful.
Yet the publisher has paid me off and officially declared the book out of print. The last surviving critic, Vincent J. Salandria (pictured), who some have also called the first critic, died in the summer of 2020.
Now, it all belongs to the ages.
During the book’s research and writing phase I amassed quite a bit of physical data. The project was completed years ago, but – much to the consternation of my wife – this data has sat and sat and sat, and taken up space, in what used to be my office but is now her office.
My ace in the hole was Baylor University in Waco, TX. Or so I thought. Some years back a curator of Baylor’s Penn Jones collection told me he’d be happy to take this stuff off my hands when the time came. But I waited too long; this fellow is no longer there, and Baylor is no longer accepting material like this.
And now Hood is taking my stuff. It includes the papers of Vince Salandria, one of several foundations for my book. Long ago, when I first agreed to accept it, Vince told me his wife would otherwise burn it as soon as he was dead. Happily, it has been spared that fate.
I have sorted out the most important stuff from redundant stuff and expect to hand it off to a Hood representative sometime this spring. It consists mostly of correspondence, books, clippings, magazines, and a few oddities.
Praise From a Future Generation will never, of course, be completely out of my life – in spite of what I wrote at the top. How could it be? It will likely be a year or two before any of the materials destined for Hood are accessible to interested parties. Not that I anticipate a flood, or even a trickle, of interest. I’m just glad it won’t end up in a fire pit, or a landfill, which was my fear after Baylor and several other institutions took a pass. (My dream is for this material, and everything relating to the early Warren Report critics, to be in a central location – the Smithsonian, say. Another topic for another time.)
As I write this, most of my collection has been boxed up. Legally it may not be what is called a material transfer agreement – but I am giving, and Hood is accepting. I have signed a Deed of Gift. What remains is for the Hood curator and me to align our schedules and figure out a workable plan to meet at an undisclosed location halfway across the country, to transfer boxes from my vehicle to his.
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